April 30, 2004
10:32am Friday

PACE YOURSELF FOR ME

Dear God, what is wrong with me, I'm thinking about buying a G5. It's my friend at Apple, it's all his fault with his taunting quarterly promotions. Can I pass up a dual 1.8ghz for $1999 when I can sell my dual 867 G4 on ebay for $1200? I've never been in a position where I could upgrade and actually get some money back from my old computer before. Back and forth, back and forth. IMAGINE how fast Photoshop and Final Cut Pro effects would render.

And those of you with iTunes, are you taking advantage of Apple's iTunes 1-year anniversary free downloads? Yesterday was Avril Lavigne, and today is Courtney Love. Watch out though, Courtney's crazy cooties might rub off on you.

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I'd now like to share an example of the f-ed up American medical system with you. Remember about a month ago I mentioned how Gray had to go to the emergency room because of violent barfing + complex migraine? Well, the first bill came the other day and it was for $248. I thought, "Okay. That's for supplies. The next one will be the ER doctor bill and maybe that'll be $300." Yesterday a second bill came, but not the doctor bill. This one was mysteriously for $3600. While it's true Gray did have a cranial CT scan because they thought maybe he had a brain bleed (the longer story here is that before the barfing et al he'd been on a couple of those mega-G-force roller coasters at Magic Mountain), $3600 seems a high price for 10 minutes of getting your noggin x-rayed. So now begins what will undoubtedly be my circuitous adventure with Blue Cross of California, trying to figure out why a few hours in a bed and a bag of IV fluids should ever in a million years come close to totaling four thousand dollars.

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When I run my home improvement errands, I guess I should get more dressed up. That is to say I should put in my contacts and brush my hair and not wear paint-splattered work clothes, because yesterday when I went to the tile store to pay for some tile and was dressed like a normal person, the girl behind the counter didn't recognize me and then went apeshit over how different I looked when I said my name. And then it happened again with the guy at the carpet store. Maybe that can be my superhero alter ego: Glasses Frizz Hair Girl. I can run around town solving crimes (or committing them!) and no one will recognize me.

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Oh, dear.